Little Wing

Well she was walking thru the clouds

With a circus mind that's running wild

Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams and fairy tales

(that's all she ever thinks about)

Riding with the wind

When I'm sad she comes to me

With a thousand smiles she gives to me free

It's alright, she says, it's alright

Take anything you want from me, anything

Fly on, Little Wing